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There was a certain Madame Krull from Holland, working amongst the Buddhist refugees in Mussoorie, who found herself drawn towards Shri Nathji.
She had met him when Shri Nathji and his sons were returning home from Dehra Dun in a taxi and she had shared the taxi with them. She had been a Catholic during her youth but had been disillusioned with Christianity and had turned to Buddhism in her quest for truth.
She was now an old lady of eighty. Though she could not fully understand who or what Shri Nathji was, she felt an overpowering feeling of love and affection in his presence, which she had never felt before in her life. Every time she came before Shri Nathji her face lit up with joy. She became very devoted to him and his sons and would visit them almost daily in Mussoorie. She was a photographer of repute in France and made a small portrait of Shri Nathji. She marvelled at Shri Nathji’s perfect features and his youthful appearance at the age of 65.
She brought the Sakya Lama, a high priest of the Tibetans in Mussoorie, to Shri Nathji. The Sakya Lal was greatly revered in Mussoorie and Tibetans bowed before him as he walked on the road. At the time the Sakya Lama came to Shri Nathji at Savitri Nivas he could not understand what Shri Nathji said to him because of the language barrier, but the radiant smile on his face revealed the inner glow of his soul.
I communicated with him through the heart, Shri Nathji said, words were not necessary. The heart understands its own language! He received my light from within.
Madame Krull left Mussoorie for Delhi and awaited Shri Nathji’s arrival there with great eagerness saying: “ When are you coming to Delhi. Please come soon, I have become very attached to you.”